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10 comments:
I have a similar problem.
It's true, too! They totally impair my ability to ride home from the saloon after work!
Ah, the infamous "boobie defense"...
R/T the infamous "Twinkie defense"...
I'm pretty sure I just watched a porno movie that started with this exact scene.
What I want to know is...if she is in fact as well endowed as she claims, why would she be driving home from the bar alone?
So you can use beer goggles on yourself?
"Let me make you one of my special White Russians."
This must be a violation of statute 38DD ...
Love it, now some guy is going to claim he is unable to walk a straight line because......well you know why.
That's a first!
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